Food for Thought-What I Talk About When I Talk About Sputnik

Round Russian impulses,
with a Kazakh lilt,
call to me in the faint distance,
fading over the eastern horizon,
as dawn breaks,
the disappearing stars,
are eclipsed by the sounds,
swallowed by space,
give me back my orb,
translucent sky,
you know what I’m talking about,
When I talk about Sputnik.